Safe in the Lawman's Arms

by Patricia Johns

  “Would you like some crayons?” Malory scooped up a box of them from the bottom of her suitcase and passed them to Katy, who beamed with delight.

  “The sun is green,” Katy announced, pulling out a crayon and setting to work with large, jerking scribbles. “Green, green, green.”

  “Not yellow?” Malory asked.

  “No. Green.”

  Malory chuckled. Well, why not? Why not have a green sun? Why couldn’t Katy make her own rules?

  This pregnancy hadn’t been part of the plan. Malory was one of those people who planned everything. She was cautious. She was responsible. If she colored a sun, it was yellow. And then her boyfriend, Steve, told her that he didn’t love her after all and took off with her best friend. Well, ex–best friend, if she was going to get technical. Two weeks later, Malory missed her period. And with everything that happened after she let Steve know... Well, she didn’t want to dwell on it. Regardless, that left the financial responsibilities squarely on her own shoulders.

  A tap on the door pulled her attention away from unpacking. Mike stood in the doorway. He’d changed out of his jeans and T-shirt and now stood in full uniform. A dark green button-up shirt tugged ever so slightly around his muscled biceps, paired with khaki dress pants. His heavy belt held a variety of tools, including a gun. He crossed his arms over his chest, dark eyes moving over the room, then coming back to rest on her.

  “I hope I’m not in the way,” he said, and she shook her head.

  “Not in the least. I was just getting unpacked. Katy is coloring.”

  An odd look came over his face. “You’re good, you know.”

  “I know.” She laughed. “She’s a sweet girl. I’m sure we’ll get along very well. In fact—” Malory looked at her watch “—for her age, it’s just about nap time.”

  “Nap time?” He frowned. “I hadn’t thought of that.”

  “That would explain how frazzled you look.” She laughed softly.

  “I’m new at this,” he said.

  “That isn’t a crime,” she reassured him. “When we get a good routine going, everything will fall into place. You’ll see.”

  She wanted to make him feel better, but she had to wonder if there would be other surprises coming. Katy might have any number of issues to deal with because of her rocky beginnings, and they’d just have to deal with them as they arose. Regardless, a well-rested child would help any situation.

  He nodded, an amused smile quirking his lips. “I’m counting on that.”

  She reached over and brushed a curl off Katy’s forehead. “Katy, come with me. It’s time to lie down on your bed.”

  “Why?”

  “We’ll do this every day. We’ll have a rest, and then we can play again in a little while.”

  “Nanny Mal?”

  “Yes, sweetie?”

  “Will you go away?”

  Malory smiled sadly. This little girl had had too many goodbyes in her short life. “No, sweetheart. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

  “Mommy went away.”

  Malory held out a hand. “I know. But I’ll be here. I promise.”

  Katy didn’t look convinced, but she consented to be led to Mike’s office which had been made into her bedroom, Mike trailing behind them. She crawled up onto the bed that was squeezed in next to the desk, popping a thumb into her mouth as she lay down on the pillow. Malory eased a blanket over the tiny form, and before she could stand, Katy put out one small hand and pressed it against Malory’s belly. Malory quickly moved Katy’s hand away and rose to her feet, hoping that Mike hadn’t noticed.

  “After you rest, I have a fun game for us to play together,” Malory said quickly. “But a rest first, okay?”

  “But I don’t want you to go.” Katy’s face crumpled and tears filled her eyes. “Don’t go...”

  Malory sighed and sank back down onto the edge of the bed. “I’ll stay for a few minutes, but only if you keep your eyes closed.”

  Katy clamped a small hand over Malory’s fingers and obediently closed her eyes. This child was desperate for some stability, and for a little while, Malory could provide it. But Katy needed more than a nanny. She needed a permanent parent. Glancing back at Mike in the doorway, she gave him a reassuring smile.

  Mike stood rigidly, his face a granite mask of professional reserve. He might as well have been at a crime scene for all the emotion he allowed to slip through.

  “I thought I’d get a bit of work done at the station, if you’ve got everything under control,” he said. “Of course, I’ll start paying you today—”

  “We’ll be fine.”

  He gave a curt nod, then disappeared, his footsteps echoing along the hallway and down the stairs.

  Malory turned her gaze back to Katy, whose eyes were open again, staring up at her with uncertainty.

  “It’s okay,” she said with a smile. “Close your eyes. I’m here.”

  A couple of minutes later, the front door opened and shut, leaving them in quiet. Her new boss interested her, and she couldn’t help but wonder about the confident cop. He was handsome and intriguing—and while she tried to push that fact from her mind, she couldn’t quite banish it.

  Rein it in, Mal, she chided herself silently, putting a hand over the flutter in her middle. You have someone else to worry about.

  Chapter Two

  Hope, Montana, was a small ranching community consisting of a few schools, a well-stocked grocery store and a Main Street that sported murals on the sides of buildings, celebrating the Old West history. A mayor with a flair for the dramatic a few years back had dubbed the place “the Town of a Thousand Murals.” There weren’t exactly a thousand, but Main Street certainly did give a history lesson. The Hope Sheriff’s Department was tucked between the local bank and a community hall, the side of which displayed an old-fashioned harvest with horse-drawn combines. The police station was a squat brick building, the office space cramped and out-of-date, and the parking lot only large enough to house the town’s cruisers.

  A warm summer breeze pushed across the plains, carrying the scent of ripening wheat from the surrounding fields. Hot prairie sunshine beat down on the dusty streets, and as Mike pulled open the police-station door, he waved to an older woman walking her dog along the sidewalk.

  “Hi there,” she called.

  “Hi, Mrs. Hyatt,” he called back, then headed in. He knew almost everyone in this town. He’d been raised in Hope and now served on the police force. That meant that most of the people he protected remembered him as a gangly kid, and he doubted that he’d ever completely grown up in their eyes. He’d matured into a muscular man, over six feet tall, but for the older ladies around town, he’d never stop being “that Cruise boy.”

  Mike blinked as his eyes adjusted from the afternoon sunlight. He pulled off his hat and held it under one arm as he headed inside.

  “I thought you had the day off, Mike,” Corporal Tuck Leavitt commented, looking up from his desk. He had a phone pinched between his cheek and his shoulder, the hold music playing loud enough for Mike to hear it clearly. Tuck had a big brush of a blond mustache and gentle, soulful eyes.

  “I do.” Mike tossed his hat onto his desk and sank into the creaky office chair.

  “Then what are you doing here?” Tuck took a sip of coffee.

  “Getting away. The nanny started today.”

  “Oh, yeah?” Tuck put up a finger and turned his attention to the phone as someone picked up. “Hi, this is Corporal Leavitt from the Hope Sheriff’s Department...”

  Mike turned away as Tuck went about verifying the alibi for a suspect. Like any other law-enforcement officer, Mike procrastinated his paperwork until either it was due to be submitted or he needed to avoid feeling something. As an escape, work always seemed better than a bar. At least he could get something productive done, and nothing was quite so numbing as filing a report in triplicate.

  He turned on his computer and flipped through some forms in his inbox. But his mind kept go
ing back to Malory. She’d been there only a few hours, but she already had Katy relaxed and happy, the chaos of the past couple of days evaporating in her calm cheerfulness. There was something about that scene—so domestic and sweet. He couldn’t quite forget the solemn look on Katy’s face, her hands clutching Malory’s fingers as she lay on her bed.

  “Thanks. I’ll be in touch.” Tuck hung up the phone and tossed a folder onto Mike’s desk. “Alibi is rock solid.”

  “Figured.” Mike shuffled the folder into his pile of waiting paperwork, then turned back to his computer.

  “So, you hired a nanny,” Tuck said with a grin. “And how is Katherine liking her?”

  “She’s Katy now. Malory shortened it, and Katy seemed to like it better.”

  “Huh. Sounds like it’s going well, then.”

  Mike glanced up from the computer. “Can’t complain.”

  “So what’s she like?”

  “Too pretty,” Mike replied with a shrug. “I was hoping for a cross between Mrs. Doubtfire and Mary Poppins.”

  “A spoonful of sugar with masculine shoulders?” Tuck laughed.

  “Too much to ask?” he said, grinning. “Instead, I got—” He stopped, not wanting to finish his thought—he’d only sound like a lout. She really was too pretty for comfort.

  “So what are you doing here at the station?” Tuck asked.

  “I don’t know. I feel like a third wheel back at the house. In a matter of days, my calm, relaxing home has turned into...” He shook his head, searching for the word.

  “Family space? Toys everywhere, snacks, crumbs, noise.”

  “Yeah, pretty much.” He chuckled. “At least you know what I’m talking about.”

  Tuck had a wife and four kids of his own.

  “It’s not so bad,” Tuck replied. “You’ll never sleep in again, or stay up late, for that matter, but it has its payoffs, too.”

  “This isn’t long-term,” Mike said. “I’ll sleep in again. Don’t worry about that. Anyway, Malory seems to have everything under control.”

  “Yeah?” Tuck didn’t look convinced. “You still think you can say goodbye to that little sweetheart?”

  “I’m just helping out until we can find a permanent solution,” Mike replied. “I told you that before. She’s better off away from the Cruise clan completely. This isn’t about how cute she is. This is about what’s best for her. You know what my family is like.”

  Tuck shrugged. “Your call, buddy.”

  The best decisions weren’t always the easiest. Mike came from a long line of career criminals—Crystal was falling pretty close to the tree with her jail time. For as long as Mike could remember, he’d been hearing about drug busts, arrests and attempts to escape the law—none of it from the side of the “good guys.” The best thing for little Katy was to have a fresh start with a new family, far from the Cruises—as he had. He’d walked away and started a new life for himself, fighting the crime that had left indelible marks upon his childhood.

  Mike pulled up his email and scanned the latest police notices. At work he felt as though he had some control—maybe not as much as he’d like, but at least he had procedures to follow. There would always be crime, and there would always be paperwork, but at least there were laws to protect the innocent.

  “Speaking of your family,” Tuck said. “Your dad is in town.”

  “What?” Mike’s attention snapped back to his friend. “How do you know?”

  “He started a scuffle of some sort in the Honky Tonk.”

  Mike sighed. That sounded about right. “Where is he now?”

  Tuck shook his head. “I don’t know. But I thought you might want a heads-up. He looks just the same—a bit older, maybe.”

  Tuck would know. He and Mike had gone to high school together and joined the sheriff’s department in the same year. He was well aware of Mike’s family, especially his father.

  Mike didn’t answer, forcing the anger back down. His father had been a real piece of work when Mike was growing up. He was a mean drunk and he was drunk a lot of the time. Mike didn’t have many happy family memories after his mother died. The day his father skipped the county was a good day in his books.

  “He told me to give you a message.”

  Mike raised his eyebrows inquiringly. “Oh?”

  “He said to tell you that he’s home. That’s all.”

  “For good?” Mike frowned.

  “He didn’t say. I couldn’t hold him. He hadn’t done anything. In fact, he pulled an underage kid out of the bar when a fight broke out.”

  Mike sighed. He hated it when his father did something honorable. It made it harder to mentally file him away.

  “He hasn’t contacted you?” Tuck pressed.

  “Nope. This is the first I’ve heard of it.”

  “Do you think he heard about your cousin’s daughter?”

  Mike shrugged. “I have no idea, but my dad hasn’t had any use for me in ten years, so I highly doubt he’s back for a heartwarming reunion.”

  Tuck shrugged. “Just passing along the message.”

  “Yeah. Thanks.”

  He pushed his rising discomfort down and focused on the paperwork in front of him. This was precisely why he was at the station—to bury himself in work. He had a feeling that whether he wanted it to or not, his life was about to tip upside down.

  * * *

  MALORY PUT THE LAST of the dishes into the dishwasher and closed it. Upstairs, Katy was already in bed for the night, her hair damp from her bath and her bear clutched in her arms. She’d refused to have her hair combed, and Malory hadn’t pressed the point. She’d fallen asleep almost immediately after Malory kissed her good-night, the exhaustion of the past few days catching up with her.

  Outside the kitchen window, the evening sunlight slanted low and golden across the backyard. The oak tree cast a long shadow, leaves rustling in the warm summer wind. This was the kind of backyard that begged for a tire swing or sandbox.

  The front door opened, then banged shut again, and Malory turned to see Mike ambling into the kitchen. He held a pizza box in one hand, balanced easily on his fingertips. His broad chest tapered down to a tight waist, circled by the heavy belt of his uniform. The badge glinted against his neatly ironed shirt in the soft light of the kitchen, and Malory had to glance away, afraid to seem unprofessional admiring her boss’s physique.

  “I thought you might be hungry,” he said, sliding the pizza onto the counter.

  “Katy’s already in bed,” she replied. “We had some grilled cheese for supper.”

  “So not hungry?” He flipped open the lid to reveal a piping-hot pepperoni pie, crispy, greasy pepperoni slices buried in oozing mozzarella. She was always hungry these days, and she shot him a grin.

  “Well, if you put it that way,” she said. “I wouldn’t turn it down.”

  Mike went to the cupboard and returned with two plates. “I hope you didn’t mind me going to the station today.”

  “That’s all right.”

  “I thought it would be easier to have me out of the way.” He smiled uncertainly and pulled a piece of pizza from the rest of the pie, strings of cheese stretching to his plate. “Dig in.”

  Malory followed suit, and after a big bite, she said, “I don’t need you out of the way, you know.”

  “No? She seems happy with you.”

  “My job is to help with child care. I do all the things you can’t do while you’re working, but I shouldn’t be taking over your role as her parent.”

  “I’m not her father. I’m her second cousin,” he replied.

  “And I’m not her mother. I’m paid to be here,” she countered. “You’re the closest thing she has to a dad right now.”

  His dark eyes met hers for the first time. Then his gaze flickered toward the window. “I’m afraid to let her get attached to me.”

  “Children need to bond to someone,” she replied quietly.

  “She’s bonding to you.”

  “Y
es.” Malory sighed. She knew what he wanted—for her to take care of the emotional needs of the child so that when he had to let go of her, it would hurt less. She understood, even if she completely disagreed. “Kids need to know that they’re loved in the world, even if they have to say goodbye. Sometimes it’s good for them to see that they leave an empty space behind them and that it’s hard to let go of them.”

  Mike didn’t answer for a moment, and she wondered if she’d overstepped. Then he sighed and met her gaze.

  “I’m not great with kids.” His voice rumbled low. “I wouldn’t even know where to start.”

  “You’ve already started.” She gave him a smile. “And you’re doing just fine.”

  He snorted and took a bite of pizza. For a few minutes they focused on eating. Malory polished off three pieces before she started to slow down. She remembered her pregnant friends saying that the baby was hungry, and it had seemed like a silly cover for eating like a teenager again. But now she understood. She was famished in a way she’d never experienced before, and it sure did feel as if the baby inside her was calling the shots.

  “So, tell me about you,” he said, changing the subject. “Are you from Montana?”

  “No, I’m from Baltimore.” She popped a stray piece of pepperoni into her mouth.

  “This is a long way from home, then.”

  “Home is relative.” She shrugged, and when he cast her a curious look, she conceded, “My mom and I moved around a lot.”

  “Army?” he asked.

  “No, just...moving.” They’d moved for so many reasons. Once to get away from a boyfriend who wouldn’t accept that her mother was done with him. Several times they’d moved for promising new relationships that hadn’t turned out to be as great as they’d seemed. Malory didn’t like to talk about the hard times she and her mother had had together, so she just offered a wan smile.